You're late, Mr. & Mrs. Malfoy!
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"…while flying over the villages, sparks of fire would trail from the brooms of the Moose Jaw Meteorites and often cause fires." Professor Binns droned softly, slowly and leisurely turning to scribble down the assignment for the day.
Hermione released a long, heavy yawn as she viciously tried to fight away the fatigue fogging her mind. It was nothing new as to anyone that had the unfortunate fate of receiving Professor Binns as a teacher, often submitting to slumber's entrancing spell within the first five minutes.
Even ever-vigilant, heedful Hermione Granger.
She glanced about the room lazily, observing as several heads slipped forward only to snap back up again. The bushy-haired female snickered some at that, moving on to the next specimens. Goyle was sound asleep with his head on the lab table, Noelle shrinking away as a pool of drool began to slip her way.
She snickered again, head shaking as she moved on to the next table. Same hum drum of half asleep students, glancing towards the clock every-so three seconds to see if class would be soon over. Her eyes widened with surprise as she caught sight at an empty desk in the far back of the Slytherin row, where Malfoy would sit.
It was then that she recalled Makoto had been marked absent. Which was vastly odd since she was just in Herbology class with her. Perhaps she was ditching? She had done that before, but only her third year with Oliver Wood.
With Malfoy?
Not likely…
They had spared different ways, like every day, since Hermione would walk with Ron and Harry to their Dark Arts Defense class.
She had hoped that in the short walk, Ron and she would be able to discuss their slight predicament. However, the red-head had given her the cold shoulder, snubbing her out and talking solely to Harry. Harry had tried to involve her in the conversation but Ron quickly turned away when she did.
Hermione felt her eyes burn at the thought, tears glazing over. She quickly reached up to wipe away the forming tears, shaking her head as her face tightened with resolve.
No need to cry over this, especially in the middle of class. It was only a minor fight. Only a minor fight…
Her thoughts were snagged at the semi-loud bang that resounded the other then silent room. Everyone's head snapped up to the front left side of the room, where Makoto and Draco stood, glaring hard at each other.
Professor Binns suddenly turned from the white-board in front of him, fixing the two teens with a bland, dry stare.
"Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy…" he called slowly, words prolonged and tone deadpan.
"You are late."
Instantly both teens fell into a loud, rambling speech as to WHY they were late. There words grew louder and louder, anger rising, before finally both of them whirled about to each other and exchanged accusing fingers.
"ALL THIS ONE'S FAULT!" They screeched in a flourish, eyes wide and ire flickering in their depths.
"MY FAULT? IT'S ALL YOURS!"
Both teens released a highly annoyed growl of sorts before turning their backs to each other, arms crossed tightly over their chests. The history Professor released a heavy sigh at that, though remaining indifferent despite the sudden shouting-contest.
He slipped his glasses off, gently wiping the lenses with the front of his shirt before sliding them back on. After fiddling with them for a moment, he turned his attentions back to the brooding teens, head shaking.
"Since you two were late, I have no other choice but to-"
"But professor," Draco suddenly interjected gently, feigning an uncertain, somewhat pained expression.
That caused the ghostly instructor to pause with perplexity, blinking some at the youngling. He recuperated himself a moment later, head shaking as he suddenly motioned for the Slytherin teen to come forward.
Draco neared somewhat slowly and timidly, the vastly hurt look on his face off-set by the twinkle of something wicked in his chilling blue eyes.
"I-I'm so sorry Professor but," he whispered in a hushed tone as to assure no one should hear his next words. "Me and the misses had this horrible argument in the hallway, she was in practical hysterics the whole time. Saw me talking to another female and accused me of cheating. It just pained me so."
At that, the platinum-haired boy turned away, blinking up some moisture into his eyes for more effect. Almost instantly the Hogwarts teacher released a heavy sigh, feeling utterly contrite.
"Alright then, Mr. Malfoy. My deepest apologies." He murmured, patting the young boy's back and motioning to head for his table.
"It's happened to me many occasion, hope you kids patch things up." He added with a grin, glancing up at Makoto.
"Go easy on him."
And with that five-hundred-year-old Professor Binns turned his attention back to the whiteboard, finishing the last of the notes for chapter 35. Draco and Makoto quietly made their way to the back of the room, ignoring the puzzling stares and wafting whispers as they passed.
Despite the fact his sweet-talking had gotten them out of d-hall, Makoto did not appreciate what he had said to do so. Jealous of a girl talking to him?
DEAR LORDS PLEASE, LET A FEMALE TALK TO HIM! Let them get married! Put her out of her misery.
But what got her most was that the arrogant fuck probably expected something in turn, he wasn't exactly the most charitable person. Draco Lucius Malfoy would hang this over her head forever and a day.
"You owe me, Kino." He suddenly remarked, plopping his knapsack onto the counter table and slipping onto his seat.
It was as if he could read her mind. Makoto groaned silently and allowed her own bag to fall onto the floor, taking her own seat.
Next to him.
"Yeah, yeah whatever dickface." The brunette muttered bitterly under her breath, cradling her cheek lazily in her open-palmed hand.
She was suddenly jerked about, met with the very angry visage of her desk partner hovering over her face.
"I just got you out of d-hall; you should at least show some gratitude, Kino. And if you're gonna call me a dickface, say it to my face."
A cold surge of complete terror ripped through her entire being, breath sucked from her lungs and her heart playing jump rope with her belly. The amount of frosty ire swirling in his eyes was outright frightening…and a little exciting.
WHOA!
Hold up, where in hell did that last part come from? This was DRACO she was talking about. The very same Draco who cursed, embarrassed, and hexed her throughout her thus far Hogwarts carreer. Definitely not someone to be excited about…
Nor find suddenly handsome.
She had never noticed it until now, just how lovely his features really were. Soft and delicate, yet hard and rough all at the same time. As if he were battling between the two, trying to keep strong yet the unvoiced problems shown through.
His brow was stern but his lips were softened a fraction, not in a scowl but in a…in a faint pout. Very full they looked now, full and very…very kissable…
And for once, Makoto didn't mind the fact she was bound to the devastatingly handsome Malfoy. Dare she say it…she was almost…as if…happy with the thought.
Which was dangerously startling, all things considered.
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Draco quickly made his way down the simmering hallway, deftly avoiding whizzing by knapsacks and flying paper origami birds. While he could easily avoid detention from Binns, he definitely couldn't smooth-talk his way out of punishment from strict Minerva McGonagall.
His coadunation with Kino had paid a great toll on his personal sanity. Paired together, by the whim of his prefects, whom he thought now were trying to kill him at the tender age of seventeen.
Of all the Gryffindors, all the ladies, it was no other then he sworn enemy they had chosen. Was it pure mistake or fated destiny? Perhaps a cruel way of teaching him a lesson from Merlin himself.
Unbeknownst to anyone, Draco Malfoy had been quite fond of the little muggle girl since second year, when his pubescent phase began to start.
When he entered Hogwarts that year, Crabbe and Goyle latched to his side, it was just then that he noticed just how…how pretty she was. A head held high of thick chestnut brown curls, tumbling just perfectly about a small peach-cream colored face with piercing, bright emeralds that were her eyes.
The amount of fire in them when they snagged his was startling, such a passion, a fire in her…for him. Given it was not a GOOD passion or fire by any means, but his subconscious could always fathom other wise.
Which is what lead to his urgent call to his mother for a fresh dozen pack of silk boxers.
And was also why he enjoyed riling her so, to flare up that fire, to see (even just for a moment) that blazing fire which was only restricted to him and solely him.
Before another thought could be formed, his inner thoughts were snapped broken by a sudden twinge of pain in the back of his head. Draco winced slightly, cursing foully under his breath as he reached up to feel his sore skull.
No blood, thankfully. But whoever had the damn nerve to throw shit at him, well THEIR blood would be shed. Definitely.
So with a dark growl, the Slytherin male spun his heel to fix whomever it was with a death glare. His blue-eyes widened with slight surprise as he saw Makoto standing a few feet yonder, legs parted in a fighting stance and curled fists just the same.
And her emeralds were a blaze. Better call mum for a new batch.
"What the hell, Kino?" he spat with vast displeasure swimming in his eyes, clutching his throbbing cranium.
She heaved a strained breath, face flushed with her beautiful anger, nails digging painfully into the flesh of her palm.
"That's for yelling at me back in Binn's class."
Though it wasn't. Well not completely. Her anger was mainly towards herself for the treacherous thoughts of prior and she needed something to vent on. So why not the main source of her rage?
"You ungrateful muggle, I saved you!" He snapped with a scowl, his own anger rising to his eyes as he still tried to massage the pain from his scalp.
At that the brunette sighed, stepping forward to swipe her fallen accessory away from Draco's person. She straightened, slinging the knapsack over her left shoulder and peering up to fix the boy with a narrowed glare.
"Indeed you did. But you didn't have to be such an ass about it." She muttered, the last part under her breath as she turned away for the Transfiguration classroom.
"We need to document this, Makoto Kino has just admitted herself wrong!" he sneered with a smirk, peering down at her through heavy-lidded eyes as he swiftly made his way past her.
And even though she should be searing hot from his words, Makoto couldn't seem to get past how wonderful her name sounded tumbling off his tongue. Perfectly rough yet soft, sweet and not by any means bitter…
Not how it was SUPPOSED to sound. It was supposed to sound repulsive, disgusting, just like him. Even though he WASN'T all that repulsive and disgusting…
"Oh shut up," she finally retorted a good minute or so later, gaze falling off as she feebly tried hard to find her sense.
He had to see her eyes, those eyes…
"Is that all you got?"
And it was like he was laying out the welcome mat, cause her head snapped up almost instantly, hot glare piercing through him and he nearly lost his breath.
All seven years began to bubble over, along with her sudden revelation of her freakish attraction to Draco Lucius Malfoy. So with a final growl, she jerked back and hurled her bag at him once more, full force behind it.
It whizzed in the air, soared and made solid contact between the small dent between his shoulder blades. His whole body jerked back at contact and her knapsack slide down his back to land in a little slump hind his feet.
She saw him tense up for a moment, palms clenching into tight fists and his shoulders beginning to tremble slightly. He turned slowly at first, his bag falling down to the floor in a loud plop.
Makoto stumbled back some at his expression, such a threatening rage etched across his delicate features. Unalloyed consternation filled her being, whatever she found alluring in his angry gaze from prior gone within seconds.
Her heart hammered as her chest as he prowled forward, her knapsack trembling in his tight fist. He moved close, towering over her with a blacker-then-sin glare.
"I told you to NEVER throw this piece of SHIT at me!" he snarled in a booming voice, shoving his fistful of her bag into her fear-struck face.
All the color drained from her face and all sensory nerves went numb. The loud pounding of her heart deafened her burning ears. All she could do was stand there, staring wide-eyed like dear caught in the head lights. Unable to move and unsure on what to really do.
Then, suddenly, she trembled and something in him snapped. He blinked some as whatever it was subsided, his visage slowly softening back to norm. And as he continued to hover over the petrified girl, blinking down stupidly at her, his belly twisted with remorse.
She seemed so small under him, her wide emeralds peering up at him with aghast fear. Her small frame trembled slightly under his gaze, though she forced it viciously to remain still. The Gryffindor swallowed heavily suddenly, a faint whimper managing her throat as she feebly sought her own voice.
Don't let him intimidate you, that's all he wants, don't let his big talk scare you. She reiterated in her mind, trying her best to believe her own words.
Then it just came. She swallowed then swiftly reached up and pulled the object out of his grasp, holding it to her chest. With a slight bow of the head, she swiveled about the pure-blooded warlock and began to make her way to the classroom.
But he grabbed her by the shoulder, forcing her about to face him.
"Don't walk away when I'm talking to you," he demanded calmly, thoughts fogged.
Half of him was still flaming hot from her nerve, outright defying him like that and after he had helped her too. The better (or worse) part of him should've just flagrated her on the spot. But something in him withheld him from doing so.
Perhaps the fact, that only his father would do something like that. Hell, his temperament and over-all disposition was indigenous to his father. He was sick and tired of being known as 'Lucius's boy.' The green-clad youth yearned desperately to be known for something else…for himself.
"E-excuse you?" she stuttered, eyes wide with a faint ember of her anger in its depths, notably forced to be tamed.
He felt himself grinning some, a faint quirk in the corner of his mouth. The platinum-haired seventeen-year-old watched with immense amusement as she swallowed heavily, glancing nervously down at the marble floors and back towards him. It recurred for several moments, showing just how much he had frightened her.
And as he suspected, the fire in her eyes flared up again. To hell with it, no one was talking to Makoto Kino that way, no flippin way.
"I can walk away any DAMNED time I want to, thank you very much. And if you EVER talk to me in that manner again, I'll gut you like a damned fish MALFERRET!" She snapped with a defiant nod of her head, dark glare giving him a good once over.
Then she spun her heel and leisurely made her way to Transfiguration class, completely forgetting and unaware to the fact she was ten minutes tardy. Late again second time this morning, cause of Malferret, the ass.
Malferret. She must thank Ron and Herms later for concocting such a wonderful nick name. It fits him perfectly. Though she did have a couple other ones that also applied to him quite nicely.
And she was jerked around. Again.
"What'd you just call me?" he hissed in her face, glowering.
The auburn-haired female grinned wide at that, she DEFINITELY needed to thank Ron and Herms later. His face was puffed up in his anger, cheeks red and a fire in his eyes. With a snicker, she stepped back, slinging her bag over her shoulder.
"MALFERRET!"
'Malferret' scowled heavily at that.
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"…I should hope that everyone recalls the cross-switching spells that I taught you last year." Professor McGonagall remarked in a shrilling voice, plucking a particularly thick book out from her black leather satchel on her desk.
"Right, Mr. Longbottom?" she suddenly questioned with a faint grin, peering down at the now reddened fellow over her glasses.
The class snickered with amusement, fondly recalling just how the poor Gryffindor had switched his ears onto a cactus during mid-fourth year. Despite the fact he had grown into his long extremities and was godly-attractive, his shy persona never changed.
He never liked being the center of attention, by the ladies even more so.
As the Gryffindor head flipped her book open, swiftly flicking pages left and right, her attention was suddenly grasped other wise. She, as well as the students of the room, glanced up from their spell books and towards the door where loud shouting voices could be heard.
"Uh oh…" Harry whispered over his shoulder with a slightly panic-stricken look.
"Sounds like Mako." Ron murmured from where he sat behind his darker-haired comrade, leaning over the narrow table to give a better privacy to their conversation.
"Yeah, and Malfoy too."
McGonagall peered through the small glass window of the door, trying to discover where this rukus was erupting from. Her eyes widened as she snagged Ms. Kino and Mr. Malfoy just yonder her classroom, shouting at each other with deathly glares.
She sighed, bowed head shaking. She knew this would happen, she could feel it when they were discovered partner's at the marriage meeting. They should've changed it, the Transfiguration Professor even suggested so in a prefect meeting.
However, they reasoned that if they did, many students would come forth and request the same. And they'd have to oblige to keep things fare.
Her sympathies faded away with an abrupt fizzle as she realized that they were supposed to be in her class. The witch took a quick glance over to the clock, fifteen minutes late. And from what she had heard, they had been late to Professor Binn's class as well.
A love spat, he had said. Well if they thought they were going to use that excuse, they sure had something else coming.
"Mr. Malfoy, Mrs. Malfoy!" she barked in a sharp tone as she flung her door open.
The shrill call caused the heated two to come to an abrupt stop, heads snapping up to face her direction. Blank expression quickly twisted into realizing surprise.
They had completely forgotten they had class.
Draco took a glance down to his wrist, face blanching when he caught the time. They were fifteen minutes late. And it was McGonagall's class.
At least if it was Snape he could try and work it out, but not this one. The old bag hated him for his manner to Potter and he well knew it.
"Can you explain to me why you are standing out here, screaming like banshees, when you're supposed to be in my class?" she demanded with a fine brow quirked, approaching them slowly with a hand to the hip.
The Slytherin swallowed thickly, mouth gone dry as he looked to his counterpart to help. Makoto's bright green eyes glanced back at him through the corner of her eyes with slight desperation, unsure of what to do.
"Well?"
The tall brunette stepped forward, rubbing the back of her elbow in a nervous manner and head bowed, unable to meet her piercing gaze.
"W-we got into an argument, Professor--"
"I can hear that, Ms. Kino." She interjected with a condescending tone, arms crossing over her chest.
Makoto swallowed thickly, shifting her weight side to side in an uncertain manner. Her face was burning with embarrassment.
"A-and we completely missed the bell. Please forgive us Professor."
Minerva's gaze shifted off the chagrined girl and to the male behind her, look questioning. The platinum-haired teen peered back at her with nervous eyes, hands shoved into his slack pants as an attempt to appear unaffected.
"It appears that's a recurring problem with you two." She snapped with a narrowed stare, sneering some as she whirled about.
"Both of you will serve detention after school here in this class room and perhaps I can help you with time management. And please, don't be late."
With that, she stalked away and back into the classroom, calling for silence since the students a buzz with the new gossip.
Makoto only stared at where Professor McGonagall once stood, eyes wide like a owl. Then she blanched, groaning some with utter disbelief.
Detention, on her third day back, with MALFOY.
Oh how WONDERFUL!
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really long. Yeah. Weird hmm? Yeah.